Spectrum
Limbs splayed among the dandelions
You tell me Earth is spinning
I grip the world by its blades
Of grass, and find I am a static being
In a universe that revolves around us
At life speed
Every minute feels like hours
And yet the days bleed away like seconds
Each moment a testament
To the awesome power of time
I want to cling tightly severed boughs
Smell resin that hangs loose on wandering breezes
Pick apart the robin’s nest
And count each egg before it hatches
I want to strike the limestone walls
With a closed fist, and feel the bones
Crumble into dust, knowing I am whole
I want to glide atop the fields of endless wheat
Feel the grain slip roughly between my fingers
Drink in the scent of raw terrain
And lift my head to let the wind
Blunder through my hair
I want to stumble through puddles in the eleventh hour
Crunch asphalt beneath my feet
Feel the tears of angels trickle down
In tiny rivulets along my neck
And shiver at frank nature
Of reality
I want to bathe in pools of moonlight
Hear the inky night bubble
All around me, untouchable
I want to soar forever westward
At dusk on wings of amber
So that the sun is always waiting
Just ahead
I want to walk untamed on mountain peaks
Recount my travels, how long they’ve been
The waitress’ waxing smile at the
Roadside greasy spoon, her face
A dimple spangled tribute to
Untrammeled happiness
And remember the swagger
Of the forest-dwelling lumberjack
Who introduced himself to me
Only as the “branch manager”
I want to say that I am worried
But I tremble not in darkness
For I know the shadows on the wall
The black of nights lacking moon or stars
And the swallowing abyss of sullen eyes
Pupils bound to fear and wonder
Are merely preludes to the coming light
I turn and face the salmon sky
The sun, she’s grinning at me now
Her smile radiates across the meadow
Beams of steel hold up skyscrapers
But beams of sunshine hold up
The corners of my mouth
And here I smile back
Can you feel her warmth filling you
With light enough to last
Your life?
I think
I can too.